in the air a bronze pagoda
a library in the yard
the swarming of petals
in the first chrysanthemum
the slow flaying of the invisible
which appears as leaves
and the blood of flowers
next to human blood
but without the corruption
she drew the outlines first
filling them in with time
she was still a young thing then
she was all she knew
before life and knowing split
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